Anthem

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Salem doesn't even knock on Josh's door as we enter his house. "Josh?" He hollers as he pulls me towards him. His hand is laced in mine, I smile and look around the house. It's nice here, I bet Dean likes it here. I hear a noise that sounds like people's lips coming apart, I smirk as Josh and Dean emerge from behind us. "Hey." Josh smiles, his lips are red. I glance at Dean to see him blushing slightly, I glance at Salem who is fighting a smile. "Wanna go out? We could go to the movies." Salem offers, Dean looks up at Josh. "Do you want to go?" Josh whispers sweetly to Dean, "Yes please." Dean mutters, Josh nods his head and kisses Dean's forehead. "Yeah let's go." Josh agrees. I feel happy for Josh and Dean. They both deserve each other.

We head to the mall in Josh's car. He's driving and has Dean in the front as Salem and I stay seated in the back, holding hands. I love him so much, I sigh and lean against him. "I love you." I whisper to Salem, he smiles and kisses my temple. "I love you." He mutters, causing me to blush slightly. "We're here." Josh announces as we park, Dean gets out of the car first. He loves the mall. I laugh at him as Salem helps me out, he la Ed his hand in mine as we head inside. I notice Josh holding Sean's hand as well, I smile at them. "So we're watching a movie, then eating, and then the arcade." Salem says to us all, "That sounds perfect." Dean says excited, I nod my head in agreement.

We walk around the mall until we find the movie theater, Salem and Josh get out tickets as we order snacks. I feel someone's hand on the small of my back, Dean drops his popcorns and hisses, his ears flatten down. "Dean what's wrong?" I ask confused and turn around, my mouth parts when I look to see who it is. Ricky. "Get away from us." Dean pulls me back and holds me close to him, I bite my lip as Ricky orders a bucket of popcorn. "Where's your boyfriends?" Ricky says amused, the lady hands him his bucket. Ricky starts munching on his popcorn as he eyes us. "Getting our tickets." I answer with anger in my voice, Ricky smirks. I feel something poke my neck, I wince in pain and feel myself getting dizzy. "Come on guys, the movie is about to start." Ricky laughs as he pulls us to him. I feel numb all over and I can feel myself no longer in the movie theater.

~Salem's POV~

Josh and I laugh as go towards the counter, I see a women sweeping popcorn from the ground. Where's our boys? "Excuse me, have you seen a couple on Nekos?" I ask he, she nods her head. "They left with a blue haired guy, using the back exist." She answers, my heart sinks and anger flares through out me. Josh immediately sprints towards the back exit, I follow him and push the door open. Leading us outside, I look around. "Where the fuck did he take them?!" I growl, Josh runs a hand through his hair, "We left them there for just a couple of seconds." Josh mutters, "The wouldn't have gone willingly." Josh whispers and looks at me. "He fucking didn't something to them! And know one fucking noticed!" Josh screams, I bite my lip.

My little Owen is with that fucking maniac. How could this have happened? I pull at my hair and breathe out shakily, "Get in the car, we're going to his house." I mutter darkly. Josh nods his head as we sprint to his car and get in. I drive this time and I speed away, to go find my soul-mate.

~Owen's POV~

I wake up and groan, I feel so groggy and exhausted. I feel around in the dark room, until I feel a face. "Dean...wake up." I nudge him, he groans and slowly sits up. "Where are we?" He whispers, my night vision allows me to look around the dark room. It's seems where in some storage room, there's a bunch on junk everywhere. "A storage room in guessing." I whisper, Dean pulls me close to him. "I'm cold." He shivers, I curl up beside him and wrap my tail around his leg. "Salem will find us, Dean. So will Josh. We'll be out in no time." I assure him, Dean simply nods his head as we try keeping warm. I'm scared and feel so alone. Where is Salem? I cry out for him and don't get anything in return. My heart breaks in my chest as I begin to cry.

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